Nnamdi arranged for me to meet with his friend, Kene an editor for Exquisite a lifestyle magazine. Nnamdi was exactly as I expected; uncomfortably close, trying too hard to be the good in-law, inventing lifeless stories and always drooling. It is a good thing that Cheta is still away for her conference so I can enjoy my stay. She and Nnamdi would have been too much.
I decided to call Stella, a friend I made during my youth service. Stella is a funny girl who was almost everybody’s friend. I missed her, I stayed off social media because of my jobless predicament. She picked on the first ring.
“No, I didn’t I was stressed trying to get a job. I have one at Exquisite.”
“Exquisite!!! Kamsi, you are enjoying o!! Big girl things. God will give me my own too, so I will enjoy.”
I felt uncomfortable with her last sentence, she made it seem like we were competing. “Haven’t you gotten a job?”
“Since after service in Owo, but I did not want to tell you because you didn’t have a job yet.”
“Oh, okay then. Take care.”
“Okay o, Exquisite girl. What is your position? This one you aren’t replying my big girl praise.”
I ignored her question and ended the call.
“Miss Ani, I’m Miss Williams, the editor in chief. Do you mind if I call you Kamsi?”
I was shocked, I expected someone old, stiff and without life. I managed to mumble “I don’t mind.”
“Great! I’m Tinu. Come into my office.”